Monday, April 13, 2009

To All That Could Have Been

You died a long time ago. I denied it at that moment, when I first saw your sleeping form. I have continued to ignore it ever since.

Today, the denial has broken down. By itself. Weeds grew slowly against the wall, expanding in the many crevices of slipshod, hurried construction. The endless rains battered the stone and the patchy masonry was washed away.

Now, worse than your dying, what hurts is how long ago it had happened. So much time has passed, since you were put to sleep.

well, what can we say? if we are not amused, we should be asking us how we feel about it, having to read the fancies and adventures of us. maybe we should adopt a less "let me tell you a story little ones" approach and seek more oneness with the folks?

maybe we could think about that? then we might take back our words about us, we might.

:P Point. It goes against the royal grain, but one does try to please one's fellow bloggers. Very well, then. I am not amused.

But a makeover? Pixie Dust's template was a gift- and the best gift I've ever been given.

Doesn't a blog that involves Tinkerbell, glitter and the colour pink speak of youth, though? I mean, I thought it would have.... It's girlish. Not old maidenly. Girlish. Which isn't necessarily the best thing to be- unless the alternative adjective is old-maidenly.

sometimes at night, i stay up, fighting and bemoaning myself for not having thought of a pixie dust cursor before you. i wake up in the morning, my pillow damp with tears and my skin scratched in the frustration of failure.

My Punching Bag

Be Ye An Angel?

The author of this blog was born helpless, naked and without the means to provide for himself.
He has since fought these handicaps to emerge as a nonstop chatterbox spouting unnecessary drivel on unsuspecting, polite strangers who merely indulge him in order to get away safe and sound no doubt wondering even as they go how much he can talk, just the way you must be thinking right now if this sentence ever stops. There you go.
In his spare time, he enjoys spraying water on cats and watching them jump for their lives.